Using his typical deadpan style, Mexican surrealist Luis Buñuel makes mincemeat of the egocentric upper crust in Angel(see Trailers, LJ1/09), where the guests at a party find they can never leave-not the next day nor in subsequent weeks-even as their conditions deteriorate. Desert finds the sly master of absurdity poking fun at religion. An ascetic resides indefinitely on a stone pillar in order to make himself worthy, then encounters the devil in the form of a woman. For serious film devotees.
Jeff T. Dick